-> Agent Provocateur at The Florida Room at Delano x4
-> Beacher’s Madhouse at Cameo Presented by Ariva x25
-> Ocean Drive Magazine & Macy’s Hosts Can Can Launch Dinner x8
-> Paris Hilton Hosts Art Basel 2007 Private Party at Mansion x25
-> Paris Hilton Hosts Launch Party for Can Can at Mansion Nightclub x32
-> Paris Hilton Perfume Launch at Macy’s in Miami x47
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Beautiful.
Paris has the most impeccable class and style.
Everything she does, whether it’s sexy or demure, has grace and elegance.
She’s too good for that ugly Stavros.
True. But Paris seems to be a caretaker by nature,and if she loves him she won’t count the cost.
Stavros has good instincts, and he’s a fortunate man to have Paris.
And I’m the unfortunate one…because she’ll never know who the heck I am or care, really. She may be a caretaker by nature but I feel depressed that my dreams seem to never come true.
Stavros has money, he can pretty much have anything he wants. I live in a little Southern California suburb in a green stucko house with two parents who can barely afford to live in California. Stavros is fortunate without her, I’ll always be unfortunate…
Oh Morgan LOL. You are what - 16?
Look at it this way, maybe in another 18 or 20 years you can set your sights on their beautiful daughter,if they have one. LOL.
My guess is they will keep their girl under lock and key, in an impenetrable tower LOL.
But anyway, meanwhile concentrate on making some Money.
You know what they say, making the first million is the hardest,after that it gets progessively easier. LOL.
Just be happy for them.
Ha ha ha very funny. I turn 16 in February. I wouldn’t have any sexual attraction to Paris’s hypothetical 18 year old daughter because 1) I’d be 36, and 2) She’d be fathered by Stavros in this hypothetical situation.
So I guess I get no sympathy…story of my life basically.
LOL not to mention that Stavros would probably beat you up if you even dared to look at his daughter crosseyed. Funsies.
I’m not joking. I see nothing “lol”-able about my whole situation. I wrote a poem about all this:
I think it’s about time,
You knew who I am,
The one thrown,
In the gutter,
By the one you love
My dreams,
All gone,
Because of him,
I hoped maybe,
We could meet oneday,
But he’s in the way
Please sweet angel,
If he’s going to cut my throat,
Atleast hold my hand,
While he does it,
Atleast I could feel you,
Unlike right now
Hate pounds through my veins,
It bleeds out of my broken heart,
All because of him,
The one you love,
The one who flips off the blind,
And slanders the deaf
Tell me,
Angel,
If you knew how much,
Just how much he did to me,
Would you still love him?
Would you just walk away,
And let me bleed to death?
If so then I’d be glad,
Glad all the pain bleeds away,
Glad,
That maybe you’re happy atleast
I hope you’re happy now…